THE bird of Juno glories in his plumes; Pride makes the fowl to prune his feathers so: His spotted train, fetch'd from old Argus' head, With golden rays like to the brightest sun, Inserteth self-love in a silly bird, Till, midst his hot and glorious fumes, He spies his feet, and then lets fall his plumes. Beauty breeds pride, pride hatcheth forth disdain, Disdain gets hate, and hate calls for revenge, Revenge with bitter prayers urgeth still; Thus self-love, nursing up the pomp of pride, Makes beauty wreck against an ebbing tide. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 15. TO THE LORD GENERAL FAIRFAX by JOHN MILTON MAN AND WOMAN GO THROUGH THE CANCER WARD by GOTTFRIED BENN WHEN SHE CAM BEN, SHE BOBBED by ROBERT BURNS ENTERTAINMENT GIVEN BY LORD KNOWLES: SONG 2 by THOMAS CAMPION OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 5. TROCHAIC VERSE: THE FIRST EPIGRAM by THOMAS CAMPION |